"This blasted girl! She'll be the death of me!"
Zheng Cai clenched her molars in anger but dared not show her temper in front of Ye Yuning.
Her voice was strained as she said, "You can't take Nanjia Peak."
"She took so much from me, why can't I take it back? Do I look like a saint to you?"
Zheng Cai began, "I'm the one who raised—"
"SHHH!" Ye Yuning cut her off.
"If you're going to play the sentiment card with me, then I think there's nothing more to discuss."
"After all, for all these years, I've been the one supporting the Ye Family, not the Ye Family supporting me. Or rather, if you claim you raised me, didn't I repay that debt by the time I was thirteen?"
Ye Yuning articulated each fact, sharp and clear.
Zheng Cai's face turned pale. Ye Yuning drew lines too clearly; to Zheng Cai, she was like a cold-blooded creature, devoid of emotion.
Only someone truly heartless could keep such meticulous accounts of affection and obligation.
